Well, this has sure taken a while to update. I really felt like this needed another chance. I'm almost through with The World Forgotten, which has taken up most of my time, and my friend, rockstarhobbit and me are still writing Stranded Memories. So, please wait for that, I will be finishing up a chapter soon. This story had suddenly gotten kinda close to the one I'm writing now, so that's why there was a what, forever month break. Oh, and my other friend, StuckinPA, who is writing Be Not Forgotten, and it is super good. So, please read this, I hope I didn't lose all the viewers for this. Oh, right, so you know: at first, this will be in the future, so you don't get confused.
Ryan was nodding off to sleep, when he began to think about the second family he tore apart. They didn't visit him a lot. He was allowed some visits, and he still remebered the first. It was awkward, since they all had betrayed him. No one spoke, and he had yet to see them since. They didn't matter anymore. He had lost everything.
It was the middle of the day, he was back in his favorite room. He was so drugged up when he got in here, he didn't even know what he did. Ryan didn't feel anymore, he was just an empty shell.
His therapist floated into the room, he sat down in the chair in front of Ryan. Ryan didn't say a word, he couldn't form words.
"Hello Ryan," Ryan's therapist greeted him, and Ryan gave him a small smile to acknowledge the presence. "How about we discuss the things that led to your stay? That's pretty much all there is to talk about."
"Don't wanna," Ryan choked out and looked to the only window that showed nothing. The only thing it showed was a blue sky, a sky he'd never see again.
"Well, you have to. Those people are your family," Ryan's therapist informed him.
"They aren't my family anymore."
Seth was scared. What if Ryan was dead? This wasn't good, oh God, this wasn't good.
"Ryan, come on man. Wake up. Wake up dude," Seth was shaking Ryan. It wasn't working. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. C'mon Ryan. Please wake up," Seth didn't know what to do. The only thing to do was get Seth's parents.
He rushed out the door, not thinking. He was scared as hell, what if Ryan was dead? Damn, this wasn't good.
"Mom, Dad, it's Ryan!" Seth told them. They looked over, no worry was on their face. "He's not waking up."
"Seth, he's probably just a heavy sleeper," Kirsten reassured him.
"There was an empty pill bottle next to him," Kirsten's heart stopped, so did Sandy's. Kirsten felt sick, she had told Ryan where the pills were. She never thought Ryan would OD. Ryan was good, better than a lot of kids.
Sandy and Kirsten got up, and followed Seth to the pool house. Ryan still lie there, Kirsten immediately saw the bottle. She felt tears form, this was a sight she never thought she'd see. Sandy ran over to Ryan, and shook him. Nothing.
"Call 911," kristen obeyed and called. Seth just stood there, staring at his brother. This couldn't be happening. What had Ryan done?
Soon enough, they heard an ambulance come up their driveway. Seth ran outside to get the paramedics. They followed him to the pool house and Sandy helped them put Ryan on the stretcher after checking him. Sandywent along with the paramedics, kissed Kirsten, and went in the ambulance. Kirsten and Seth stood there, just letting everything sink in.
"We should go," Kirsten announced, her face red from tears. Seth didn't say a thing, he just went to the garage with his mom. Everything was happening so fast. Why the hell did Ryan do something like this? Something had changed in Ryan, now there was no doubt about it. But Seth never saw Ryan as the person who would try to kill himself. If he was, wouldn't he had done it long before he came to Newport?
He remained silent as Kirsten drove to the hospital. This wasn't happening. Ryan wasn't the person to do this. He wasn't the person to overdose. Why had he? Sure, he was having problems with Marissa and that Oliver thing, but was life really that bad? Kirsten wanted to throw up.
She was going way over the speed limit, and she didn't care. Just hopefully a cop wouldn't catch them. Her mind was racing, and nothing else mattered. Ryan was almost dead. Why was this happening?
Seth stared at the hospital as his mother pulled into it. He regretted all the things he said to Ryan earlier. What if he was part of the reason Ryan did this? Seth would never forgive himself.
Kirsten parked the car and Seth raced to the doors. She took a moment to gain her composure. Be calm. Breathe. Ryan is not dead. Just keep repeating that, and hopefully it will come true.
She opened the door to her car and got out. Seth was almost at the doors and she couldn't pick up her pace. What would she find when she got in there? A dead son? A ruined family? How could this happen? For once, she was happy with how her life was, and she might lose a son. How could this happen?
Her nightmare was coming true. It had been in her dreams, she saw it happening. She saw her marriage fall apart, Seth and Ryan had disappeared. First Ryan, then Seth. And now it was coming true. Shit.
Seth and Kirsten got in the emergency room, and found Sandy quickly. He paced around, looking at his watch, waiting for them.
"How is he?" Kirsten immediately asked Sandy when they reached him.
"He's getting his stomach pumped. He should be fine," Sandy told them. This was one of the scariest things that ever happened to him. He remembered back when he was ten, his neighbor killed himself. That had been scary, but not like this. Ryan was his son, and he had wanted to die.
"Thank God," Kirsten fell into Sandy's arms. This was too much. She had been worried about Ryan since the New Year. He had changed so much. She hadn't seen him break any rules in so long. Then, all of a sudden, he was punching people again, and breaking into school and reading confidential files.
"How could this happen?" Sandy asked rhetorically as all three of them went to sit down. Seth was in shock, thinking about the fight. It was his fault Ryan did this.
Kirsten's thoughts went back to dinner. When Ryan asked for sleeping pills. Why hadn't she stopped him? It was her fault Ryan did this.
Sandy shouldn't have been so hard on Ryan. Or maybe he shouldn't even have brought him home. It was Sandy's fault Ryan did this.
Eventually, Ryan was put in a stable condition and given a room on the fourth floor, the psych floor. He slept, undrugged, as Kirsten, Sandy, and Seth watched him in worry. Hours were going by quickly, and when they looked at the clock, it was three in the morning.
"You should go home and sleep. Seth, you have school," Sandy announced.
"What about you? You have to sleep," Kirsten objected. She didn't want to leave until she saw Ryan awake.
"I'll be fine. Go home, take a nap, get ready for school and work, I'll stay here and watch," Sandy told them.
"I'm coming back right after I drop off Seth," Kirsten decided. Seth felt like he was invisible. His brother almost died, yet he still had to go to school. How fair was that? He wanted to make sure Ryan was okay. He didn't want to leave. But did his parents care? Nope. Ryan had gained all the attention.
"All right," Sandy agreed and Kirsten agreed and kissed her husband. "I'll call if anything changes."
"Okay. Come on Seth," Kirsten began to leave and Seth reluctantly got up, waved goodbye to his dad and Ryan, and followed his mom out of the room.
They arrived home and Seth secluded himself in his room. He collapsed on his bed, and was ready to fall asleep, but he couldn't. Everything was swimming through his head. Ryan almost died. That was too much to comprehend. Just yesterday, okay a week ago, he was smiling.
What had happened to him?
Nothing was adding up. Ryan didn't seem that distressed when Seth saw him. Okay, maybe he was a little crazy, but not enough to give up on his life. This was Ryan Atwood, who had been through everything. Maybe Seth finally made Ryan realize that ending his life was the only way out.
But Ryan wasn't like that. He wouldn't try to kill himself. Correction: The old Ryan wouldn't try to kill himself. Ever since Oliver came, he had been acting strange. Really strange. Stealing, breaking into stuff. Maybe that was what Ryan was like in Chino. Maybe Oliver was an old friend. Nah, that was too illogical. Oliver was rich, Ryan had come from a not-so-rich family.
"Seth? Are you okay?" Kirsten knocked on her son's door, hoping to talk. Her world was falling apart. Why did Ryan have to do this? The perfectly structured life of hers was crumbling away.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine, just tired," Seth answered and she felt she wasn't wanted. So she walked away, heading down to her room. She laid on the bed, and sighed. Tears began to fall down her perfect porcelain face and ran down to her neck.
She needed Sandy so badly.
All of their lives were crumbling away to dust.
"They are your family, Ryan. You lived with them for..." Ryan's therapist began to look through his papers.
"Four months, three weeks exactly. That doesn't constitute as being a family," Ryan knew how long he spent in that house. That time was the best of his life, before he fucked up everything.
"Ryan, what happened that day? You never spoke about it," Ryan's therapist trully wanted to help Ryan, who didn't care about leaving. If he left, he had nowhere to go. The Cohens weren't gonna take him in, Marissa was who the hell cares, his brother was in jail, and he didn't know anyone else. This was the closest thing to home he had.
"I don't want to," Ryan felt tired, something that happened a lot. They drugged him up so much that he couldn't really think straight. But who cared? If he thought straight, it would bring him back to the thing he loved. Newport. Marissa, the Cohens, Summer Roberts. But none of them existed anymore. They were all gone. None of them cared.
They all believed Oliver, and after that day, the rest was silence.
So? I'm sorry it's soooo short! Do you think I should keep writing in this? I know it's kinda hard to imagine, maybe it isn't. But oh well. Please read three other stories: The World Forgotten, Stranded Memories, and Be Not Forgotten. They are really good stories. I hope you all liked this, and I didn't disappoint you!